
fingernail tracing moon shadows
cast on your pale, white thigh
wondering why we must ever
only embrace this way in mists

fingernail tracing moon shadows
cast on your pale, white thigh
wondering why we must ever
only embrace this way in mists

acceptance creeps
it was never this lot
to be, longing & only
i see
i see
i see
a flash of steel in
the full of bleak moon's
pale face fading
behind stormcloud doubt
an imposter waiting
scarlet tears, dry rain

somewhere along the path
i somehow lost my way
that was what
old craggy guy
was trying to say, just
get back to the sit...
an expert leading
by example

having gone dust weary
abandoned and wander
she took her hand
in her hand and said
to herself she was sorry
dry rot and wormed
greywood splinted there
at the edge and waiting
fiftyfive steps from the
line cutting old growth
from pale sky feathered
wondering should he
come back to her again